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May 20
Just the outline
of the thing, the

stench of something
rotting somewhere,

the inexplicable
puddle of water in

the front hall closet,
but for some

a chance, like
the universe,

to emerge
from nothing.
Michael Rudelich
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Michael Rudelich  M/cave dweller
(M/cave dweller)   
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